The Post Travel Syndrome

We were away from the tropical for 11 days, including two days of sitting in the plane, gluing our eyes to small screen, with mum's gentle reminder to off the screen (once or twice) and rest their eyes. 

Needless to say, it was a wonderful trip. Despite a lousy improvised decision of putting three elderly and two kiddos at Double Bay Wharf in the dark(it was after 6pm), under the rain, waiting for the next (and possible very last for the day) ferry to bring us back to Circular Quay, every part of the trip was tremendously awesome! 

And now that we are back to the reality of routine and tension, I am having withdrawal syndrome from the awesome trip. 

I don't remember I had this kind of syndrome before. 

A vacation was meant for recharging and energizing one's life. But I feel a little bit hollow inside me, I feel a little grievous after the trip. I almost think that I am the poor dragon caught back to dungeon with no more freedom. I could not recognise the scrunchy hot weather anymore, it is constantly needling me as if he is hating me, rejecting me and that I should go back to the big land that has bluer sky, greener grass and (seems) tenderer sun. Oh, I miss the blue sky!

Finding excuses, I am.

Happens that, I got a nasty virus toward the last few days of the trip. I didn't drink enough water in the cold and dry climate. Coughs were forming their rhythms to perform orchestra in most mornings. And it spread to Little Bomber, and SC. Off we went straight into the medical center in the airport after we landed safely at Changi. I found terms like acute pharyngitis, non-suppurative otitis media, acute sinusitis under diagnosis section. We all had similar medicines walked out from the dispensary. Rightfully, I need to get back to work after the trip. But with valid reasons, I continued escape from work. The extra two days off from work allowed me to rest, allowed me to unpack our luggage, wash, dry, fold clothes SLOWLY and some thick pieces will be like forever tucking themselves in the closet. I got addictive into the folding and keeping, I went further to de-cluttering the closets. I cleared many unwanted stuff from drawers and closet compartments in my bedroom. I never like unpacking as much as this time round, it transits myself back to reality slowly. 

It also trying to tell me to plan for next trip. 

These photos were taken from our visit to Australian Reptile Park, via my humble iPhone, filtered by mighty Instagram. I will tell you more about the Park in next post.